Because fuck you, I will watch whatever I want and I owe you no explanations.
Man, this fucking movie. I watched it like two weeks ago and it took me that long to talk myself into writing a review for it. But how could I not?
We’re never told exactly what, but I can only imagine the ghastly, agonized sobs of some traumatized preschoolers rising up over London like a hellish fog in the aftermath.
"Oh hey look! A shortcut through the spooky woods, let's go die there!"
Never name your rural town after a demon. And if you do, don’t fucking open a Halloween haunted house attraction there. And if you go ahead and do both anyway, don’t have the nerve to look surprised when spooky shit …
I wanted to like you, movie. I tried. However, you were like the blind date who belched his dinner, stuck me with the check and couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t fuck you afterwards.
It's one of those odd, elusive little movies that slip silently beneath the scummy surface of the cinematic pond and blends in with the algae, sleepily waiting for you to cross its path once more. Then, up it pops out …
Directed by: Peter Strickland Year released: 2012 Starring: Toby Jones, and a bunch of Italian people whose names are all indecipherable.